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Chapter 4 by Bikieman13 Bikieman13

What's your first act of freedom

Find a brothel

You feel like you haven't had a good fuck in ages, and what better way to enjoy freedom then finding a good cunt to fuck. You nimbly move across the roof, jumping off the top the prison to a section of the perimeter wall, leaping the moment you land across into true freedom. You almost float across the air as you leap with such grace to another rooftop, the only trace you make of your landing a rattle of a single worn and loose clay shingle. You are a bit rusty you think to yourself.

Then you continue on leaping from rooftop to rooftop with a dancer's grace where you make your way to a cathedral, shooting up the stones with dexterous fingers and feet until you sit atop a the old bell tower.

You peer over a good section of the city illuminated by a full moon, and take in a breathe of a summer breeze. You focus your eyes and your eyes and look for a place to indulge in long awaited pleasures.

Do you find a brothel?

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